Friday, October 24, 2014

On the way to Boston

Driving an RV through the hills and low mountains in the fall is just outstanding.  The trees are in color and the leaves falling in the streams make great patterns.   The reflections of the forests in the lakes are painting worthy.  And if you happen to be driving from Chicago to Boston you get one other benefit, you are going to most likely drive near Buffalo NY.  Now don't get me wrong, I am not a huge fan of Buffalo.  As smaller cities go it is about average.  But as a football fan how can you fail to take advantage of stopping by that mecca of football snacking.  The home of the start of every great game.  I am talking about the Anchor Bar, home of the original Buffalo Chicken Wing.  Yes folks this is where it all began.   Some 40+ years ago as legend has it the Buffalo Chicken Wing was born.   And can you imagine the shambles football would be today if it hadn't.  How many tailgate parties never would have been held.  How many bars would be empty on a Monday night as hunger fans needed to go someplace else to eat before the game.

Now the question on all of your minds must be, Are they as good as you would hope?    Yes, yes they are.  They are what every flightless fowl hopes their wings to become.  Be it soused in hot, medium or mild, the wing is the thing.  Crisp, meaty, juicy it is chicken wing nirvana.  And NO they are not breaded (not sure where that mistake of a chicken wing idea ever came from).  They are fried or baked until crispy, then tossed in sauce, served with blue cheese and celery and a bowl for the bones. That is how a chicken wing should be done.

Ok end of rant.   We now find ourselves in an RV park located about half an hour from Foxboro and about the same distance from Boston.   Plans are to explore the stadium area, head to salem for some halloween witchy fun and then have dinner in Boston.   I will let you all know how it goes tomorrow.

As a penultimate parting thought (go bears must always be the final parting thought after all), we past by a town called Lackawanna.  So would this be the town of the laziest people in the world.

Go Bears, Beat the Patriots Red, Black and Blue.

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